Chapter 57 - the creator's downfall
The lead hacker spun around in his ergonomic leather chair, his face violently draining of all color. The arrogant, untouchable operative was absolutely paralyzed by sheer, suffocating terror.
He stared at the heavily armed strike team and the towering Russo heiress standing perfectly calm in his subterranean fortress. The illusion of his digital invincibility was completely shattered in a fraction of a second.
"How did you find me?!" the hacker shrieked, his voice cracking with pathetic, humiliating panic. He reached frantically for his master console, intending to execute the final wipe command to destroy the Russo databases forever.
"I wouldn't touch that," Sophia warned smoothly, her bright crystal-blue eyes entirely devoid of mercy. "The moment you breached our honeypot, my virus completely hijacked your mainframe. Your servers are permanently bricked."
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The hacker stared at his massive digital monitors. Every single screen flashed a brilliant, blinding red error message. His life's work, his highly illegal extortion network, and his absolute control had been irreversibly erased.
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